Ohh she is a country girl…
Her unmatched tango swirls…
Dancing with those caramel curls…
Falling for her with every turn…
Its autumn’s esters..
And spring’s peonies…
And you know the stars…
And those fake pennies….
They don’t return…
To the city world…..
And its your country girl…..
Like a precious pearl….
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